Last night, I felt the sadness roll over me at the end of the day. It was like waves crashing . . . I could have been towed under. Or was it more like the fog that comes on little cat feet?? The Carl Sandburg poem?
I had some really good words showing up in my head when I had this feeling . . . but of course by the time I finished yoga class . . . the feeling and the words seemed to have disappeared.
Maybe it was best as the sadness is an unwanted but frequent companion. But sometimes I do regret the loss of the interest word play because I keep wanting to be a "writer".
I had some really good words showing up in my head when I had this feeling . . . but of course by the time I finished yoga class . . . the feeling and the words seemed to have disappeared.
Maybe it was best as the sadness is an unwanted but frequent companion. But sometimes I do regret the loss of the interest word play because I keep wanting to be a "writer".
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